Waiting for a battle was the hardest part. Unless you got a dagger in your gut during the battle. Then that was hardest. Or you got through just fine and saw your men dead around you. Then that was.
The characters and events in this book are fictitious.
That's one of the things Yardem used to tell me that actually made sense. He said that you don't go through grief like it was a chore to be done. You can't push and get finished quicker. The best you...
And may the gods keep us from a world where only the people who deserve love get it.
She stepped toward him, her hand on his shoulder. He took her fingers in his, kissing her gently without even being aware that he was doing so. Affection was a habit between them, more genuine for bei...
She shone like the horizon when it is almost too bright to look upon.
You only have to enforce boundaries where they’re being imposed,
It doesn’t matter what you’ve done or seen. Every man’s a child until he’s a father. It’s the way the world’s made.
I find a certain value in lightness.
As we send our armsmen and sailors away to fight and die together; let there be peace between us. If there cannot be peace in the world, at least let it be welcome here.
The world disappoints us all, and the ways we change our own stories to survive that disappointment are beautiful and tragic and hilarious.
The weapon is poison,' Kit said. 'I believe that the cause we carry it in is just, but that will not protect you. It is not only death to those whose skin it cuts; it holds a deeper violence within it...
Possibility is a wide field, dear. Can't is a word for small imaginations.
How long can you pretend to be something before you aren’t pretending anymore?
Has it ever struck you people how arrogant you are? it asked, huge hands taking an attitude of query that bordered on accusation. You're talking of slaughtering a nation. Thousands of innocent people...
Justice is based on certainty, but certainty is not truth, atrocities become possible.
You have all the time there is between right now and whenever it’s too late.
There's ways you can trust an enemy you can't always trust a friend. An enemy's never going to betray your trust.
Love,' Asa said, 'is like a pigeon shitting over a crowd.''How so?''Where it lands hasn't got much to do with who deserves it.
Love is noble, the magistra said. And so we wrap it around all the things we think perhaps aren’t so noble in hopes no one will see what they really are. Fear. Anger. Shame.